A Nanny's Tale (Or Is It, "Tail"?)

Surprised at my surly response, Emi calmly noted that I wasn't a boy anymore but a young man. I shrugged and snidely asked, "Do you have a problem with me being a man?" Upset at my tone and the disturbing underlying emotions, Emi quietly shook her head and then calmly acquiesced to my demand.

As she did when I was a kid, Emi bathed me in true Japanese fashion by first washing me outside of the ofuro. However, while being naked in front of me didn't seem to faze Emi, it sure did affect me. I no longer childishly saw her as an asexual mother-like figure whose female body was somehow different from mine. Now, I saw her nude form in an entirely new light.

While I had always known that Emi was pretty flat-chested, I couldn't help but notice how enticing her small creamy-white tits, their bee-stung areolas, and small pink nipples were. Swelling gently from her narrow chest, each breast was the most delicious-looking mound of tender flesh that you could ever imagine.

Being so close to such mouth-watering sights was unbelievable torture as I now realized just how exquisitely feminine Emi's unique body was. Below her fragile titties, her soft stomach narrowed into a trim waist before rounding into nice hips and tight buns. Interestingly Emi had no pubic hair except for maybe a sparse patch over her meaty vulva. Her smooth swollen vaginal lips were tucked between her ivory white thighs with just a hint of her pussy slit. By this time, I was having a hard time hiding my growing erection, and quickly rinsing, I escaped to the water of the hot tub.

With her hair put up, Emi scooped a bucket of steam water from the tub, and sitting on a small stool, poured some of it over herself. She leisurely washed her lithe glistening form with small circular motions, briefly pausing to soap those lily-white breasts of hers. I almost blew my wad when her long slender legs nonchalantly parted to let me see her sudsy finger dip into the tantalizing folds of her wet pussy. My heart pounded in my throat as she rinsed off and leisurely sauntered to join me in the ofuro.

Closing her eyes, Emi relaxed totally and rested her head against the ofuro's rim as she submerged herself up to her neck in the steamy water. The tub, however, wasn't intended for two people, and as such, Emi had to face me. With her slender legs casually draped over mine, her naked cunt settling dangerously close to my submerged rigid manhood. I couldn't stand it any longer and hesitantly caressed a submerged breast.

"Greg," Emi moaned lazily as I casually stroked her tiny cherry-blossom nipple, feeling it harden like a tiny pebble under my fingertip. "Please don't..." With that she turned away from me, gently but effectively foiling my amorous attempts.

Frustrated, I finally exploded as I demanded, "Why can't I touch you? You let Ernie fuck you silly last night?"

Emi immediately froze, clearly stunned by my voiced revelation as her widen eyes reflected the devastation caused by my accusation. Her chin then dropped slowly to her chest as I continued to rage and vent on her as to what I had seen the night before.

"Don't deny it! I watched you and Ernie through a crack between your bedroom shoji screens. I watched my goddamn older brother doggy-fuck like you were his fucking bitch in heat. Any idiot would know that that wasn't the first time that asshole has fucked your hairless twat!"

With tears flowing from her eyes, Emi weakly whispered almost to herself, "If only I didn't love Ernie...and you...so much."

"Ha! Give me a fucking break, Emi! You spread your legs wide for Ernie, told him how you missed him fucking you, and begged him for more. Yet, when I touch you, it's 'Greg, please don't!' You have a funny way of showing me just how much you love me!"

With that said, I stood up and started to get out of the tub, snickering at Emi's startled gasp as her almond-shaped eyes widen when my raging hard-on surfaced menacingly like an armed torpedo. She stared at my harden man-meat, then wistfully back at me. Sighing with a mixture of regret and acceptance, she then said, "Don't you know already, Greg, that I love you and would do anything for you?"

"Yeah! Talk is cheap! Prove it!" was my quick retort that dripped with venom with each word.

To my utter surprise, her hands slid around my hips as Emi pulled me towards her and with a simple nod of her head, took me into her beautiful mouth. Her agile tongue swirled and teased my flanged head, driving me crazy with spasms of paralyzing ecstasy. When she easily swallowed much of my rock-hard member, I excitedly blurted, "Oh, fuck! You are really a fucking slut, aren't you Emi?"

Pulling her head back to release my throbbing dick while her grasping hand slid up and down my throbbing shaft, Emi murmured "I am anything you want me to be. Talk dirty to me. Tell me what a shameless cunt I am. Do it, Greg! It turns me on hearing you say all of those nasty filthy things about me. Tell me of the wicked things you want me to do! Tell me how you're going to make me your little Jap whore! Oh, Greg, I can't resist you...don't want to...anymore. Treat me like your own personal fuck-slut!"

"What a goddamn easy fuck-slut you are? You loved the way my bastard of a brother banged your fucking twat, didn't you? You loved it last night when he treated you like a Jap cum-dump, didn't you? Look at the way you're blowing me...ooh, fuck, bitch, that's great when you deep-throat me...you could make money sucking cocks. Tell me, did you spread your butt cheeks and let Ernie butt-fuck you? You did, didn't you? God, you're nothing but a goddamn cheap nympho!"

When I reached down to cruelly pinch and tug on her cherry-blossom tit tips, Emi cried out, "Oww, Greg! My titties are small, but have the same amount of nerves as a normal woman - but just more concentrated in a much smaller area. Hiss! When you twist them like that...ooh, the pain of your fingers is so...exquisite."

Wrapping her arms around me, Emi frantically and repeatedly deep-throated me as a woman possessed. Her mouth-hand technique was incredible and she knew how to cup and squeeze my hairy nuts just right. Suddenly, I exploded in her magical mouth, spewing what seemed like gallons of cum down her throat. Emi frantically sucked and gulped my molten jizz until my violent bucking subsided and she had thoroughly drained me dry.

With an incredibly smile of satisfaction on her lips, Emi's tongue licked a trickle of cum that had escaped her lips before sucking on my pulsating dick like some fleshy popsicle. "You're so delicious...yumm...but, we're not finished."

Then wrapping her slender fingers around my still throbbing dick, she led me out of the ofuro to her futon and using the magic of her hand and mouth, somehow managed to revive my cock. When I was so hard that it could cut diamonds, Emi straddled my hips to slowly impaled herself on my rigid erection. Once I was fully embedded in her sizzling wet twat, my long-time nanny proceeded to fuck me silly, climaxing several times before I could.

For the rest of the summer, I feasted on the pleasures of the willing and exciting body of my Japanese lover. Aunt Emi indulged my every sexual whim and by the time I entered college, I did so as a confident man who was planning my return to the loving arms and body of my former nanny and now surprising lover. Deep down inside, I suspected that my older brother would do the same when he returned from visiting our mother. Knowing Ernie, our sibling rivalry was about to flare again as we vied for the affection of our childhood nanny.

EMIKO'S STORY

There's an old Japanese saying that a farmer who grows an apple tree but does not taste of its fruits is a fool. In this respect, I am no fool since I have raised Ernie and Gregg from when they were toddlers and now have taken them as my lovers. Yes, there were times when I told myself that I shouldn't be letting this happen and have tried repeatedly to stop our affairs. However, when my young men come to visit me, I shamelessly cannot deny them anything they desire of my well-seasoned body.

Pacing my house, I am filled with a mixture of eager anticipation and foreboding dread. After a year of having to schedule and separate their individual visits to prevent the brothers from squabbling over me, Ernie and Greg have notified me that they were coming to share the summer with me - at the same time.

What was not said was how they how would we exist under the same roof at the same time, and how my bed, or more so my body, would be "shared." I fretted in endless emotional upheaval what would happen when the two young men dearests to my heart vied for my affections and fought over my body. I, however, didn't have long to ponder as I heard a car pull into the driveway.

The first to step out was Ernie, the oldest of the two brothers. Tall, lean, and muscular, he moved with a sense of purpose. He was the first of the two brothers to make me his woman. From the years of our lovemaking, Ernie knew my body thoroughly. He knew how to ensure that I catered to his every sexual whim. Sex with Ernie was forceful, rough, and dominating. He had no qualms using me and I shamefully loved every moment of it.

Greg, on the other hand, was the opposite. It was only last summer that he lost his virginity to me. However, what he lacked in terms of experience, he made up for with sheer energy, natural enthusiasm, and erotic daringness. Whereas his brother was a bull in bed, ravaging me until I was sore and achy, Greg was like a king cobra that swiftly struck and erotically paralyzed me. He was so smooth and quick that before I knew it, I found myself being taken in the oddest places, positions, and situations. It always amazed me how many times Greg could come in a single episode as he literally wore me out, stopping only after I begged him.

Whatever fears I had about sibling rivalry were instantly dispelled once the front door closed behind them. Before I could say anything, Ernie pulled me to him and gave me a deep kiss that took my breath away. As I gasped for air, I realized that my clothes were being quickly removed right there in the entryway. When I turned from Ernie to escape his ravishing, I found myself in Greg's crushing embrace and smothered in his kisses.

My boys' hands were all over me, stripping me, caressing and probing my newly exposed flesh, and setting me on lusty fire. With my flimsy bra discarded, my lacy panties suddenly were torn from me, and before I knew it, I was forced to my hands and knees. Strong hands grasped and pulled my hips back as a rigid tongue was thrust between my swollen pussy lips and into my fuck-hole. I cried out in surprise when that same tongue slithered out of my pussy slit to snake its way into the brown tight pucker of my anus.

My back arched as I groaned loudly and my breath soon came in ragged gasps. Hands, tongues, and lips rampaged over my writhing body, setting every inch of me on fire. My head was held and lifted, and I almost gagged as Greg's erection was shoved into my mouth.

"Suck me, you goddamn fucking Jap nympho," he demanded, "Blow me like the good little cunt that my brother and I know and love."

I couldn't believe my ears, but any questions or protest was quickly silenced by the sharp crack as Ernie's palm landed on my quivering buttock. "Don't talk, slut! Just suck him off." With that, he mounted me and drove his hardened manhood deep into my womanhood while Greg rapidly face-fucked me.

Until that moment, I never realized how turned on I could get. Any fears or doubts that I may have had about our relationship were replaced by the seething passion and raw sexuality that surged through my shared body. I reveled in the insurmountable rapture of being dominated by two virile young men, and while being sexually ravaged was painful, it also was incredibly and liberating and perversely exhilarating.

"Do you know, bro," Ernie sneered as he forcefully humped me, "that our sweet loving nanny was fucked so many times by so many guys when we were growing up that she cannot even remember how many much less who they were. Why don't we show her that we will be the last two who she'll ever need and what her future nanny duties will be?"

Suddenly Greg pulled out of my mouth and laid on his back and to haul me to over his sweaty chest, causing Ernie's hard-on to slip from my well-lubricated pussy. Spreading my legs, Greg lifted his hips and rammed his dick into my dripping twat that had just been vacated by his brother. When my back arched at this sudden penetration, Greg cruelly pinched, tweaked, and pulled on my tiny sensitive nipples, making me cry out in pain and kinky pleasure.

"Does that hurt? Good! By the time we're finished with you, you won't know pain from pleasure. You're ours...always have been...and we intend to make you our little Jap cum-dump. Instead of being our nanny, you'll be our little Jap sex-slave who will cater to the sexual needs of your new masters...and love it."

Ernie forced me down as he spread my ass cheeks. I hear him spit and felt his phlegm spatter on my puckered anus. Pressing into my exposed rectum, he slowly entered me while his younger brother fucked me from below. I cannot begin to describe how amazing the sensation of being double-penetrated. With two hard cocks pumping in and out of my body at the same time, I was consumed with seething raw lust and felt incredibly complete as a woman.

Accepting my new role as the sex slave of two brothers, I let Ernie and Greg take me repeatedly throughout that long hot Summer, sometimes singularly but more often than not, together. I was at their beck and call and shamelessly satisfied any sexual whim that they had, sometimes in private and other times in public.

I was nevertheless shocked when I discovered another role to play in our threesome - that of a mother.

Given the summer's marathon orgy during which I was continuously fucked into senseless oblivion, it should not have come as a surprise that there were days in which I missed taking my birth control pills. When combined with the tremendous amount of sperm injected into my womb, it was inevitable that I would miss my period.

Although I initially thought this absence of my monthly occurrence was due to my heightened stress and exertion, the uncharacteristic swelling and tenderness of my small breasts told me otherwise. After missing my period for the second time and experiencing fits of nausea, a simple pregnancy kit confirmed what I already knew - I was pregnant by one of my two young masters, but which one, I did not know.

The emotional response of my two brotherly lovers to my announcement ranged from shocking disbelief to complete joy and utter pride. Since there was no way of determining who was the father of my child, both Ernie and Greg agreed to share parental responsibilities as they continued to share me. There was even talk between the brothers of me bearing more of their children, and surprisingly, I am not opposed to that possibility and have stopped taking the pill.

Who would have thought when I first agreed to be the nanny to my two young wards those so many years ago that I would become their lover, sex-slave, and mother of their love-child(ren)? Not I. Yet, as their combined spunk oozes from my well-used bodily orifices and their child grows in my belly, I am as content as I can be. I never imaged the innovative and pleasurable ways a nanny can provide her wards.